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Barnabas held the blade in place, not moved by Noctis' words. His gaze was intense and he allowed the tension to build just so before pulling away, sheathing his blade once more.

"Consider it a test," he replied, words meant to potentially provoke. No one liked being tested – or rather being viewed someone in need of testing. Barnabas supposed that Noctis was doing well enough, considering the way he was being trained. The boy had a Shield after all, one who took his duty very seriously.

A Prince should have no need of his blade, but ought to know how to draw it nonetheless. Barnabas thought it a naive way of thinking – Regis' influence no doubt. King Mors had been a merciless man and Noctis ought to learn some of said mercilessness. If you depended on others to defend you then you would always be weak.

"Your footwork is adequate, but your posture leaves much to be desired," he continued after a moment before pausing, eyes narrowing in thought. "Your back is still bothering you?" it wasn't spoken of, but everyone knew of the Marilith attack – the council more so than anyone else, though the story had leaked to the public back when it happened.

a starter for @thrcadweaver .

he carried his books , alongside his pens and papers. he was carrying more than he needs to. caspian yelped. oh drat. things fall, and the lizard boy decided to just try and pick things up. " urghh!"

he hissed. a snarl escaped his throat. " oh that's JUST great." the exchange college student grabbed his things, and placed it in a box. just a few more months until graduation. he can go home! finally. caspian of course.. heard something. sirens. screaming and well. laughing.. cackling. caspian looked out the window. oh great. " oh come on, just when i was about to go class." a robbery? really? fine.

"Chancellor of Niflheim. Quite the title you've gotten for yourself," Bahamut scoffed slightly as he looked around the room. Niflheim had always been a blight, but they certainly served a purpose. They had awakened the Accursed ahead of plan, but the Chosen King had been chosen and everything was as it should be once more.

Meeting the Chosen King was supposed to have been a short and simple affair. Regis had done well in keeping the boy away from him, but he couldn't come up with excuses forever. Not that it mattered, since Bahamut had secretly watched over the True King ever since he had been born.

However, the moment their hands touched, the whole world seemed to change. Bahamut hadn't been without colour in the same manner that most humans were, but he did seem to see things more clearly and the rush that went through him could not be denied.

His soulmate was the Chosen King. For once, Bahamut wished to curse. The boy was destined to die. Chosen by the Crystal and only because the Accursed had left his shackles behind.

He wouldn't allow it. The boy would be destroyed after everything was over with. There would be nothing to salvage. He would be without his soulmate if he allowed things to continue like this.

He tugged the boy close by his hand, reaching out to hold him almost possessively. The King watched in confusion and was clearly about to speak, but a pointed stare made him shut up. The world was likely to be overwhelming for Noctis right now. He should get used to colours at his own pace.

Based on all the grabbing, she is particularly moody.

@stcnegaze

She doesn't often handle you with such authority. It doesn't bother you, however. You welcome the change of pace, leaning your head aside for better access for her. Her lips warm against your skin. You start to make for the various buckles of your leather armor.

He had told Clarus that he would be fine. He could manage to get from his office to his rooms on his own, but of course he had to prove himself wrong. Collapsing in the middle of the hallway was hardly ideal, especially at a moment when few people were around.

When his title was called, he stirred slightly, a small groan of pain leaving his lips. His gaze settled upon the person who had found him, a Glaive, by the looks of it.